We've a brand new manager, and he seems to know what he's doing.
We've got a new defence. No Tit Bramble, no Goochy, no Crack More.
We've got a new gangster in the middle of the park.
We've also gotten a big striker to hold up the ball for Ickle Mickey.
All seems well and good. Birds are chirping. Flowers are blooming in Geordieland.
Wait? What's this?
Damncbknntiuniasengniamahpokaihamkalinglunchowpetpetchowhye Fat Freddy Shepherd stays as Chairman.
Mike Ashley, you no blain ah?
Arrggghhhhhh... *pulls out hair*